My class, my wonderful and lovely class has just one little fault. It's not really a big problem — just one teeny-weeny problem. We can't control our tongues at all. Two minutes of freedom, we start talking quietly. Three minutes, we can be heard whispering. Three and half minutes, the volume gets louder. And exactly five minutes later we can be heard shouting at the top of our lungs. Our teachers have long stopped punishing us as it has been of no use.

Now I know what you guys might be thinking. You would be wondering whether there aren't any prefects or discipline checkers in our class to control us. The answer is yes, there are. But the fact remains that they are only three and as, in my class, the rule, “majority is authority” is followed (actually it's the only rule which is followed!) they are helplessly outnumbered. They do try to control us, but after a few pitiful and feeble attempts and loud snubs, they give up trying to be goody-goodies and instead mingle with the class. And as for the discipline checkers, they should be called discipline hackers. They are more or less like everyone else!

You may also be wondering why our teacher can't control the class. Please don't strain your brain for it will be of no help. The fact is that our teachers are in the same situation as our prefects are in. If three can't have any effect on us then what in the world would one teacher at a time do? You can probably understand the situation our poor, puffed up teacher is in. But one thing is for sure — all my teachers are very happy upon leaving the class.

Now the third question which you might want to ask is that if this is the condition when the teacher is in the classroom, what happens when she is not in the classroom?As soon as the teacher leaves the classroom, we jump from our seats as if springs were attached to them and reach different corners of the class. Some start scrubbing and writing nonsensical words on the blackboard. Some start roaming around shouting nonsense while the rest accumulate at the back and start chatting, mainly about latest movies and hottest stars. Then everybody starts to leave the class in groups of twos and threes.

The final question in your mind may be what our teachers think about such an undisciplined and moronic class of ours. According to my theories (and what I've learnt by eavesdropping) the teachers consider us as a wild pack of wolves (with me as one of the leaders of the pack). They also consider us to be the sidekicks of the devil and one of us as the devil itself, (personally, I think it's Sidra... sorry if you're reading this!).

Well, that concludes the only problem my class has. And if you have any doubts regarding my story, contact my teachers. I'm sure they will be more than ready to confirm my story and add a lot more to it!

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